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She woke up drenched in a cold sweat, the echoes of her scream echoing in the small hut.
Her mother held her, trying to calm her, insisting that it had only been a bad dream.
But she knew it was more than just a dream.
She could still clearly see the human eyes in that wolfish face, fierce and intelligent.
The gaze of the pack leader stalking her.
As she pulled away from her mother's protective embrace, she saw with horror that there were claw marks on the door.
Deep gouges in the old wood that had not been there before.
A shiver ran through her, the wolf-man was not a dream and whatever it was, it had been in their home while they slept.
It haunted her in reality as much as in her nightmares.
There was no escaping its threat that night.
